"nice shot!"

"nice shot!"

With two consecutive good shots, Yi Cheng struck out the opponent's three-batting Tang Yong.

There was a burst of cheers in the audience.

"Three pitches, 165 at a time, 163 at a time, 164 at a time, what a terrible ball speed?"

"It is worthy of being the final of the Summer Tournament. There are no weak teams who can get here."

"This pitcher is too strong, right? You can already make it to the professional baseball with a speed of 160 per hour? Who would have thought it was actually a pitcher in the first year of high school?"

"It's not just about entering the professional baseball team, but also being able to carry the banner of the main pitcher in the major leagues."

"Mingfeng Middle School is He De, how can he have such a good pitcher?"

"I can only say that Ran Bingqing's eyes are like torches and knows how to identify a thousand-mile horse."

...

Ran Bingqing's mouth twitched slightly, holding his hands without saying anything.

She was embarrassed to say that it was the Qianlima who came to her door automatically.

Of course, the thousand-mile horses delivered to the door must be cultivated to achieve today's achievements.

I remember that Yi Cheng was the one who couldn't even throw the catcher's gloves into the past, so he had a fight with Qiu Feng for this.

Although it's not much better now...

It was just the other way around that the catcher could not catch his ball.

Anyway, no matter what the winning or losing, Ran Bingqing has made up his mind to select new recruits and catchers after he goes back.

It is best to dig up Lei Qiguang, the best junior high school catcher now, known as [Kongming of the Stadium], a junior high school student.

This student has taken the junior high school entrance examination this year, and has excellent character and academic performance. Many famous schools are already competing for him, because Lei Qiguang is very capable as a catcher, and is second to none in terms of physical fitness, ball reception ability and on-field command ability.

In the baseball game in the junior high school group, Lei Qiguang showed extraordinary strength and obtained this mvp through the identity of a catcher.

The most important thing is that Lei Qiguang is from Yunze Province. Those who can compete with Mingfeng Middle School are just the No. 1 Middle School and the Affiliated High School of Normal University.

Ran Bingqing felt that he could make up for such a catcher.

Of course these are all later stories. Ran Bingqing just thought for a moment and put this idea aside and focused on the game on the court.

The first half of the game.

There were people at first base, and the two were out.

The situation is beneficial to Mingfeng Middle School.

Just earn another number of exits.

But Yi Cheng's expression was extremely solemn, and he didn't feel that he had the upper hand at all.

While rubbing the sweat on his forehead with his hands, he quietly glanced at Tang Yong who had just left the scene from the corner of his eyes.

This time, Tang Yong, who was in a hot temper, did not break like before. It can be seen from his back that he is in a good mood.

A smile hung on the corner of Tang Yong's mouth.

He whispered in the waiting area Zhou when he passed by the waiting area

"See clearly."

"good."

Zhou Wei, the ace player of Capital No. 1 Middle School, nodded slightly, and his eyes became firmer.

This is enough just this sentence.

As everyone's eyes watched, the tall Zhou walked into the batting area with the batting bat.

His body was extremely tall, over 2 meters tall, with long hands and feet. He stood on the court with a strong momentum, as if a towering mountain stood in front of Yi Cheng.

Even the place he stepped by had a slight shock, and a piece of smoke and dust rose.

It was 4 pm, and the sun was scorching, making the whole stadium boil.

The audience stared at the stadium intently.

This is the most worth watching of the slap match in their minds.

Yicheng vs Zhou.

One is Yi Cheng, who is now a rising star in the Xiahe Tournament, but has outstanding strength and has reached the top professional baseball pitcher pitching ability.

One is the trump card player who has been the dominant summer competition for two consecutive times. He ranks first in the national strong play rankings and has received many professional baseball teams’ star player Zhou.

What kind of sparks will emerge between these two players?

Is it better to play the player or to strike out continuously?

It's too suspense for today's audiences and those in front of the TV.

I never expected such a situation worth looking forward to in the first game.

...

Monday's face was like a stone sculpture, with a slightly narrowed eyes, raised her broad chin, and stood there like an emperor looking down on the world.

A powerful sense of oppression emanated from his body, making his heart beat violently.

Catcher Chen Ming didn't even dare to look up at the giant.

He squatted on the ground, not as tall as others' waist.

The most terrifying thing is

From previous data, we can find that Zhou is not an ordinary power giant.

He has a super strong reaction.

Whether it is strength, reaction speed, and judgment of the ball path are top-notch.

"What should I do? Yi Cheng?"

Chen Ming swallowed with difficulty, his throat burning like fire.

He was very worried that Yi Cheng would be beaten by the opponent when he continued to shoot straight shots.

...

Yi Cheng used his eyes to signal that he would not be so panicked and he should be calm.

In fact, apart from the straight ball, he couldn't think of any way to effectively restrain the hitter.

If you throw the ball ok, Chen Ming is likely to miss the call.

If the straight ball speed is enough, you may be able to avoid Zhou's bat.

Now I have to give it a try.

...

Yi Cheng took a deep breath, held the ball with both hands and pulled it to his chest, and raised his left leg high.

Then quickly raise your arms and push forward.

Stepping on the soles of your feet is a long distance.

He moved very quickly, and only one afterthought was seen in the eyes of the audience.

Yi Cheng's eyes were firm and his elbows were swung forward.

The whole body's strength is poured into the fingertips, and then slowly push the ball away.

Buzz!

A huge wind swirled open.

Just like a long tail pulled apart by a meteor, the air was torn and pulled by a white ball, broken and then gathered at the tail end of the baseball flight.

The white ball whirled and flew to the catcher's glove at an extremely fast speed.

Zhou was slightly shocked and his eyes suddenly opened.

His body was pressed by the powerful ball force, and his blood was long. He instinctively held the bottom of the bat, and then swung it out suddenly.

Buzz...

Yi Cheng had a strange illusion

It seemed as if Zhou's arm was stretching out, holding the thick bat almost reached the pitcher mound.

The huge shadow enveloped the sunlight on his head, covering the white ball in the darkness.

Of course, this is impossible.

The distance from the pitching mound to the batting area is more than 18 meters.

No matter how long Zhou's arms are, they cannot reach them.
To be continued...